Vic Chesnutt - Square Room lyrics
[Vic Chesnutt - Square Room lyrics]
My voice is freezing
And the beams that are bouncing off the moon
Are hanging from my window like icicles
Just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic
Shivering and homesick
Staring at a wooden floor
Staring at a wooden floor
Last night I nearly killed myself
Chasing rum with rum
There were crows flying all around my head
And I sure caught and ate me some
It's funny how I alienated
Those who I was trying just so
So hard to impress
Now half those fkers hate me
And I'm just a fool to all the rest
Why do I insist on drinking
Myself to the grave
Why do I dream about cozy coffin
I had all these plans of
Great things to accomplish
But, I end up purely pathetic more than often
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